Abanoon was really feeling weak.
How could this have happened?
She did everything from the ritual she had made, and yet...
Abanoon looked at her hand as she could feel her soul again slipping from the body.
She really needed to find that body that contained the soul of this body, as she needed to imprison that soul permanently to that rotten body.
"You still didn't find it?" Abanoon said when she saw Paul and his son arrive empty-handed.
"We've tried our best looking for the woman, Master but we couldn't find a woman who was wearing your necklace." Paul said as he sighed at her.
That damned necklace.
It wasn't really hers to begin with, as those stupid goddesses destroyed her things. It's good that her sister still have hers and she stole it from her to make her own artifact.
She infuses some of Solaia's things with darkness to defile them, but those damned things keep on resisting her power.
